Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.